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I’ve ******* lost all of my **** marbles I don’t find a spec of solace in any online articles For the life of me, I cannot predict many of my neuronic particles But I have to get out of bed in the morning like you do because I have **** to do too. I don’t know who I am or who I want to be I’ve spent my whole life mirroring rap lyrics and people on tv Every word I speak feels like a desperate plea I just want to feel at home someday, somewhere What other people have, I desperately crave I know for a fact there are many social groups I cannot infiltrate People give me pity and call me sweet, I’d rather have hate But I don’t see it happening since I don’t often provoke any strong feeling To be hated, better than being tolerated, I suspect I put so much effort in and that’s why I fail tests I can empathize, listen, sacrifice, and jest, But people want friends, not servants Self-deprecating as I am, I love being I I love being wrong, **** being wise When I get serious, I look people in the eyes, So maybe I’ll start doing that more often.
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
The Look in Eyes
I’ve ******* lost all of my **** marbles I don’t find a spec of solace in any online articles For the life of me, I cannot predict many of my neuronic particles But I have to get out of bed in the morning like you do because I have **** to do too. I don’t know who I am or who I want to be I’ve spent my whole life mirroring rap lyrics and people on tv Every word I speak feels like a desperate plea I just want to feel at home someday, somewhere What other people have, I desperately crave I know for a fact there are many social groups I cannot infiltrate People give me pity and call me sweet, I’d rather have hate But I don’t see it happening since I don’t often provoke any strong feeling To be hated, better than being tolerated, I suspect I put so much effort in and that’s why I fail tests I can empathize, listen, sacrifice, and jest, But people want friends, not servants Self-deprecating as I am, I love being I I love being wrong, **** being wise When I get serious, I look people in the eyes, So maybe I’ll start doing that more often.
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26/Agender/American
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
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